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Soleater Video (MV)




Performed By: Beachmaster
Length: 4:12
Written by: Christopher Zanelli




Beachmaster - Soleater Lyrics




You make a feast of a middle son
He takes the blame but won't know what he's done
If you didn't note it, if you didn't notice anything
You make a fool out of passing tongues
You say the words I didn't think you would
If you didn't note it, if you didn't notice anything

Now all alone
How cold, how cold
You stole my soul out
Without a whisper or a sound
Without a whisper or a sound

You wanted to walk, well walk
I'm not gonna tie you down
Have you seen the world out there?
It's the darkest it's been in years
You wanted to talk, well talk
I'm not gonna hold your tongue
It's an ugly silence
That your beauty's graced me with, my dear

Now all alone
How cold, how cold
You stole my soul out
Without a whisper or a sound
Without a whisper or a sound

You'd rather be alone, my dear
You'd rather be dear than alone
You'd rather be alone, my dear
You'd rather be dear than alone

Now all alone
How cold, how cold
You stole my soul out
Without a whisper or a sound
Without a whisper or a sound
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You make a feast of a middle son
He takes the blame but won't know what he's done
If you didn't note it, if you didn't notice anything
You make a fool out of passing tongues
You say the words I didn't think you would
If you didn't note it, if you didn't notice anything

Now all alone
How cold, how cold
You stole my soul out
Without a whisper or a sound
Without a whisper or a sound

You wanted to walk, well walk
I'm not gonna tie you down
Have you seen the world out there?
It's the darkest it's been in years
You wanted to talk, well talk
I'm not gonna hold your tongue
It's an ugly silence
That your beauty's graced me with, my dear

Now all alone
How cold, how cold
You stole my soul out
Without a whisper or a sound
Without a whisper or a sound

You'd rather be alone, my dear
You'd rather be dear than alone
You'd rather be alone, my dear
You'd rather be dear than alone

Now all alone
How cold, how cold
You stole my soul out
Without a whisper or a sound
Without a whisper or a sound
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Writer: Christopher Zanelli
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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